La Chateau d'Ausus

I swing quickly by Aus' room and discover that the sheets have not been touch. I growl in frustration, but leave the trap set.

Patience.
 
Has my room and sheets cleaned for my eventual return. Has the door locked. Shoes inside vault are incinerated. Note left on Angel's door.

I said behave.
 
I walk up to the Chateau with more than the slightest trepidation. To this point it has been a battle wits and wills and now was to be the first meaningful exchange.

I wonder if I will be able to do what I have agreed. Whether I am capable of it.

Fuck it. You only live once. But why is it not so comforting.

I knock twice at the door and wait.
 
In the shower. Doesn't hear the knock. Stepping out, and getting dressed, I slip into a light black dress, and smile. Then my housekeeper knocks and let's me know that there is a man at the front door.

I skip down the stairs, and throw open the door.


Dr. J. Welcome!

I stand back to let him enter.
 
In the shower. Doesn't hear the knock. Stepping out, and getting dressed, I slip into a light black dress, and smile. Then my housekeeper knocks and let's me know that there is a man at the front door.

I skip down the stairs, and throw open the door.


Dr. J. Welcome!

I stand back to let him enter.


He looks at her. The beautiful woman who knows how to look beautiful. A black dress, the perfect choice. It neither conceals nor gives away too much and lets the woman be the center piece.

Good Evening, Aus.

Said with a smile hopefully hiding the nerves. I walk in.
 
Giggles softly watching him enter. Shaking like he's going to be eaten alive.

My dearest Dr. J. Have a drink. Seems like you might need it.

I wave to my staff and have a bottle of sauvignon blanc brought out and two glasses.

Remember I don't bite unless you ask me too. And you will ask. I grin and pour two glasses and hold one out.
 
Giggles softly watching him enter. Shaking like he's going to be eaten alive.

My dearest Dr. J. Have a drink. Seems like you might need it.

I wave to my staff and have a bottle of sauvignon blanc brought out and two glasses.

Remember I don't bite unless you ask me too. And you will ask. I grin and pour two glasses and hold one out.

Don't shake. Don't fucking shake...

Smiling I take the wine and sip it conscious not to gulp it.

This is a very nice place, you have.
 
I smile and look around

Merci. We could go on a tour. Or I could just skip that and commence with putting you in your place.

I giggle and pour a little more in his glass.

Breathe Dr. J.
 
I smile and look around

Merci. We could go on a tour. Or I could just skip that and commence with putting you in your place.

I giggle and pour a little more in his glass.

Breathe Dr. J.

I adjust my tie and finish the glass in a gulp. Sighing, my body begins to relax and sink into the chair.


Thank you for the refill.
 
I perk my brow and roll my eyes. We could exchange pleasantries all night, and HE would be perfectly fine with that. I toss back my glass and watch him sit and relax. Setting the glass on the table, I climb right into his lap, with very little pretense.

Well now. We are all settled. You going to open up?

I chuckle lightly and watch his reactions.
 
I perk my brow and roll my eyes. We could exchange pleasantries all night, and HE would be perfectly fine with that. I toss back my glass and watch him sit and relax. Setting the glass on the table, I climb right into his lap, with very little pretense.

Well now. We are all settled. You going to open up?

I chuckle lightly and watch his reactions.

I am not surprised by her forwardness. And a familiar smile that is completely inappropriate for this evening forms at the corner of my mouth. My arms wrap around her waist.

That was forward. I thought I would be the coming to you.
 
I smile brightly.

At least you know what you're supposed to be doing. Good boy.

I kiss him lightly on the nose.

Now, let's try this. You whisper in my ear what you want. Really want. And we'll go from there.
 
I smile back. My mind races. What do I want? What do I want?

A part of me knows exactly what I want, but that is for another.

What...do...I...want?

I sit up so my words are passed from my lips to her ear. As each word forms she can feel my lips brush lightly against her ear and the warmth of my breath as two simple words are whispered.


A kiss...
 
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Tilts my head as his whisper fills my ear, and I smile. My fingers walk up the back of his neck and I sink my fingers into his short hair, I grin lethally and rip his head back.

First lesson! You will use my title when you want something from me.

Les mots sont mon garçon- May I have a kiss please Miss?

Now your turn.
 
The feel of her hand in my hair causes my scalp to tingle. Then the grip and jerk of my head. Breath is sucked in and muscles tense as my body reacts...

Bitch! You knew this was going to come though. You did agree and ask for this. Now go with it.

Exhaling and breathing deeply, I feel my body relax only slightly.

Now say the words...


Forgive... me... Miss.
 
His reaction is hardly surprising, and I let go quickly and press my lips to his roughly, cradling his face and holding him close. My own tongue slides along his lower lip, and I nibble there gently for a moment.
 
His reaction is hardly surprising, and I let go quickly and press my lips to his roughly, cradling his face and holding him close. My own tongue slides along his lower lip, and I nibble there gently for a moment.


I feel her lips press against mine. So soft, and yet so rough. She is taking from me and I will give it to her.

I feel my body respond to her. I want to touch her, run my hands along the curves of her body. But I can't.
 
I feel his need and urgency in his kiss, so I break it and hop off his lap. I walk to the other side of the room and sit on a couch, lick my lips and cross my legs.

Come to me.

I do not say how. I do not ask for anything. My voice is low and demanding leaving no other option. I want to see how he will do this.
 
I feel his need and urgency in his kiss, so I break it and hop off his lap. I walk to the other side of the room and sit on a couch, lick my lips and cross my legs.

Come to me.

I do not say how. I do not ask for anything. My voice is low and demanding leaving no other option. I want to see how he will do this.


I stand for her. No thought. My eyes seek hers. I see her posture and recognize it.

How would the Miss like for me to approach Her?
 
I nod my head, and in a flash move back to his side where I whisper in his ear.

I said come to me. When I say you move. You move. If I want you to do something else... I will tell you mon vilain garçon

I circle him and remove the tie from his neck and quickly use it to bind his wrists in front of him for now. A picturesque reminder of who he is now. I turn from him and move back to the couch.

Now. Come to me.
 
I hear her words...hissed...Fuck!!!

I cannot win...

I should not...

I do not need to...

I feel the silk around my wrists, my eyes drop to my hands...they are tied.

I hear her voice from afar. And I move to the sound, my eyes on my wrists. I know to stop when I see her feet.
 
He staggers as if seeing himself for the first time. This is new to him I know. I stand and am quick to reward him with another kiss. He is doing so well.

Mon garçon, I am proud of you.

I bring his eyes to mine.

Tell me, do you like your wrists bound garçon?
 
He staggers as if seeing himself for the first time. This is new to him I know. I stand and am quick to reward him with another kiss. He is doing so well.

Mon garçon, I am proud of you.

I bring his eyes to mine.

Tell me, do you like your wrists bound garçon?

Another kiss. And my body responds to her again.

I feel her touch as she brings my eyes to hers. I shiver...


I do, Miss.
 
My eyes narrow. Where is the strong man that I know?

Hmmm.. garçon... I think you will show me just how ready you are...

I take a rose from a nearby vase and toss it to the ground

Now my naughty boy. You will bring that rose to me. Oh. No hands.

I move away and watch with my hands on my hips

Don't forget to kneel at the end, my sweet boy.
 
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